Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, blowing down the back roads headin’ south.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right. Move to the music, we can roll all night.
You talk about things that nobody cares, wearing out things that nobody wears. You’re calling my name but I gotta make clear, I can’t say baby where I’ll be in a year.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
A great big blast of proto-punk angst and passion and loud crashing guitars.
Head bobbing roots reggae with intense, consciousness-raising lyrics.